Olympian Lord most high, who far and wide
Reignest, grudge not fulfilment of my prayer
Through all time! May this city’s folk abide
In safety! May the breeze of fortune fair
That breathes on Xenophon, blow constant ever!
The due procession singing home his crown
Accept thou, as from Pisa’s plain and river
He leads it onward to his native town.
For victor in the Contests Five is he
And in the foot-race: so hath he attained
Such glory multiplied of victory
As mortal never yet before hath gained.